Will Punch Your Butthole
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Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Mar 11, 2016 2:36:13 GMT -5
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Will Punch Your Butthole
Posts: 114
Preferred Name: Donut
Pronouns: Her/She
Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Mar 11, 2016 2:38:35 GMT -5
She remembered the first time she saw the edge of Novus. She could remember looking up at the wall that separated the city from whatever hell lay outside it; close enough to see the slight distortion in the projected image that prevented everyone from seeing the outside world. It had been winter so the image had shown snowy ground and leafless trees stretching out to the simulated horizon. She had looked up and sworn she could see the curve of the dome though she doubted it now. Could barely see the curve from the top of some of the tallest buildings in the high class, of course she couldn't have seen it as a child sitting on a train. Her father had been the one that had pointed it to her as the train stopped at a station to pick up those that tried to scrape a living from the salvage zones.
"It's like the edge of the world, isn't it?"
Her father was never one for poetry or symbolism; that was a passion she had inherited from her mother. But still his words reverberated through her every time she found herself close to the edge. Even now, nearly twenty years later, she found herself thinking of those words as she sat on the roof of a building, waiting for time to tick away so she could hit her target. The digital display around them now showed an inky sky dotted with stars.
Were the constellations correct? Did the techs that the government hired to program their walls keep them updated with what stars still showed outside their bubble or was it the same stars that they'd projected when the city had first been built? Stars burned out, she knew that, but couldn't remember if any had disappeared in her lifetime. Had never had much of an interest in charting their false stars but maybe she should. It wouldn't answer what the stars beyond them looked like but it would be something to know.
Beyond the walls a world stretched on, she knew. Knew that there was land that stretched for miles and miles, transports that lead to other cities, and a real sky that wasn't designed by some geek that had never breathed real air. But still, as she lifted a hand to connect the stars with invisible lines in front of her, it felt the same as when she was that little girl sitting next to her father. Like she was staring at the edge of the world.
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Will Punch Your Butthole
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Preferred Name: Donut
Pronouns: Her/She
Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Mar 17, 2016 0:02:52 GMT -5
one day I will have an rp between these two if KENNY EVER GETS OFF HER ASS |
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Will Punch Your Butthole
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Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Mar 19, 2016 21:47:13 GMT -5
One day.
She thinks the words when the agents come to escort her out of the high class home that had been her world for eighteen years. Tonight she would sleep in a transitional home in the slums. There's no pity on her parents' faces, no worry for their only child's fate. Only disappointment. But she's used to that. She doesn't care, forces herself to be numb to the feelings that look used to invoke. She closes her heart and repeats the words under her breath.
One day.
The words echo in her mind when she sees the sneers of the high class passengers she shares the train with. They play at whispers but still she hears the mocking. One man swipes a finger over his cheek to follow his whisper, much to the amusement of his companion. They laugh, only silenced by the look she gives them. Mockery and fear; her usual companions on these trains. Still she doesn't act on the anger that's curling in her fists, settling in her tense muscles. She closes her eyes to everyone else in the train and takes a deep breath. The words bring her comfort and perspective.
One day.
The words are a silent scream as she lays cold and pain-sick on the dirty cot of Canaan Clinic. Her blood soaks the already stained sheets, seeping from the deep gash in her side. Secret Police had caught wind of her latest job and nearly her in the process. Lev is a mess, rushing about to grab supplies. He presses a towel hard to her side to staunch the bleeding. She might fear death if she took the time. No, no time for fear. Just the words. Again and again until they're true, until she has no cause to say them ever again.
One day she'll burn it all down.
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Will Punch Your Butthole
Posts: 114
Preferred Name: Donut
Pronouns: Her/She
Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Apr 1, 2016 1:51:54 GMT -5
 Shit trio! |
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Will Punch Your Butthole
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Preferred Name: Donut
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Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Apr 1, 2016 10:57:25 GMT -5
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